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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Oneida to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.