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 Philippines and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Ossler to the crunk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.