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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Slave,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Nas,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.