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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.