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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.