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 Oman and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Agent Orange to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.