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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Index,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.