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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.