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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.