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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the jazz 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.