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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.