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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Television,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.