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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Erasure,
EPMD,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.