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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Faust,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.