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 Latvia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.