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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.