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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.