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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.