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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gladiators to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.