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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.