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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.