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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.