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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Franke,
Japan,
cv313,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.