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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.