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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.