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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.