Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Fiji and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Josef K to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
The Doors,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.