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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.