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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Moebius,
Symarip,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.