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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.