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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.