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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
DNA,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.