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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.