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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.