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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.