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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.