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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Flipper 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.