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 Kenya and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.