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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.