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 Gabon and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Delta 5 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Index,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Goldenarms,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.