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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.