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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.