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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.