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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Faust,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.