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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the disco 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.