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 Fiji 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.