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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.