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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Black Bananas,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.