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 Oman 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.