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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.