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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Move to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.