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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.