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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.