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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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?
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.