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 London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.