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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 marimba 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 Altered Images to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.