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 Spain and from Portland.
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 Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Urselle,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.