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 South Africa 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.