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 Serbia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.