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 Estonia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.