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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Crime,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.