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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.