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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.