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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.