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 Belarus and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
X-101,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.