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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Darondo,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.