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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Fear,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
AZ,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.