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 Turkey 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.