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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.