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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Scion to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.