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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the crunk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.