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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Das Ding 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.