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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.