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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Pole,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.