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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Can,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.