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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.