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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.