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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
The Cure,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.