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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Brick,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
cv313,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.