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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.