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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Moebius,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.