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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.