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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.