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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
The Victims,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.