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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.