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 Honduras 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Franke,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.