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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.