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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.