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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.