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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Icehouse to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.