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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
The Victims,
The Evens,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.