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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.