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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.