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 Palau and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
UT,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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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.