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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
The Saints,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
CMW,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.