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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Soul II Soul 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Q65,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Jandek,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.