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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.