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 Liberia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 the Swans to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.