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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.