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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.