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 Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.