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 Botswana and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.