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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.