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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.