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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
H. Thieme,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.