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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.