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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
AZ,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.