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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Organ,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.