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 Mauritius 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.