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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.