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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Nas,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.