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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.