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 Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.