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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.