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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.