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 Chad 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.