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 Burkina and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.