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 Uruguay 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
John Cale,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.