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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Mars,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.