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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.