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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.