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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.