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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 snare 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Nas,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.