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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Pretty Things to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
the Swans,
PIL,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.