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 Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.