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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.