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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Minor Threat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.