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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.