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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
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 arpeggiator 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.