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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.