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 Thailand 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.