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 Brunei and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.