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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Symarip,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.