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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
Mars,
X-102,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.