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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.