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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.