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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Das Ding,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.