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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.