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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.