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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.