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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.