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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 10cc to the electroclash 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.