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 Monaco and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.