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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.