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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.