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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.