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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.