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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Fear,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Index,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.