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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.