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 Afghanistan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.