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 Israel 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.