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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.