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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.