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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
Yellowson,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.