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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.