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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.