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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Motorama,
The Index,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.