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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Index,
The Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.