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 Tunisia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Wings,
PIL,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.