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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Move to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.