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 Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead C 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.