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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Index,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.