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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Black Pus,
JFA,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.