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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.