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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.