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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.