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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.