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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.