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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
EPMD,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.