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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.