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 Mongolia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
10cc,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.