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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.