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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.