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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
The Martian,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.