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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.