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 Togo and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.