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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
ABC,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Darondo,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.