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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.