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 Congo 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
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.