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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.