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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Lyres to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.