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 India and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.