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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.