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 Senegal and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
Urselle,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.