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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.