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 Maldives 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
Can,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.