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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.