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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.