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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
New Order,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.