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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Don Cherry,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.