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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.