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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the disco 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.