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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 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 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.