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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Brick,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.