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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of 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.