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 Somalia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Al Stewart to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.