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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Visage,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.