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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the crunk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters 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?
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.