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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.