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 Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes 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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.