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 Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.