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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Japan,
PIL,
Moebius,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.