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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.