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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Lalann to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.