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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.