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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 Hong Kong and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Gong,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.