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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Skaos,
the Association,
Whodini,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Yaz,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.