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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.