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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
The Monks,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.