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 Philippines and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.