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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.