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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
X-102,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Japan,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.