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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.