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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.