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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Josef K,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.