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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Doobie Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.