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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Erasure,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.