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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.