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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.