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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.