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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Interpol,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Monks,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.