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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.