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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.