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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.