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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.