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 Panama and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.