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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
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.