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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Excepter to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.