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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Nas,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.