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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Television,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Qualms,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.