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 China and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.