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 Spain and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.