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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Trojans to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
Q65,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.