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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.