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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.