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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.