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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.