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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.