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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
the Association,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.