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 Suriname 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.