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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.