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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.