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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Technova to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Wings,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.