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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.