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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Roxette,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.