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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Ronan,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.