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 Mongolia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.