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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.