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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.