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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Nik Kershaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.