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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.