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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.