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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Whodini,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.