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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Wings 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.