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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Gong to the techno 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
The Toasters,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.