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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.