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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.