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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.