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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.