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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Television,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.