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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Flipper,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.