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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.