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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Scion,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.