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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone 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 Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.