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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aswad to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
John Cale,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.