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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.