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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.