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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.