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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.