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 Sweden and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.