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 Dominican Republic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.