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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.