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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.