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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.