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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
The Move,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.