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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Dawn Penn to the grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.