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 Australia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.