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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
F. McDonald,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.