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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Interpol,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.