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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Visage,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.