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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.