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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Erasure,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.