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 Palau 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the disco 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.