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 Panama and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.