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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.