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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leaves to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
CMW,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.