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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.