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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Prince Buster 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Nico,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
The Move,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.