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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Excepter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.