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 Russia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.