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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.