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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.