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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.