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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.