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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
MDC,
Make Up,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.