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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.