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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.