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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Deakin,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.