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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Quadrant to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.