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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
DNA,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.