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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.