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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.