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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.