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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Pole,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.