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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.