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 Slovakia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Smoke 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.