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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Joensuu 1685,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
the Association,
Index,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.