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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Crime,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.