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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
the Normal,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.