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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.