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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Remains to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
AZ,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.