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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.