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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Martian to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.