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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.