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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blackbyrds to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.