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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.