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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.