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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
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 oboe 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.