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 Slovenia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.