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 Guinea 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Beau Brummels to the funk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.