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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.