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 Madagascar 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.