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 Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Techniques to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
The Wake,
Faust,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Pole,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.