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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.