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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.