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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Brick,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.