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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeru the Damaja to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.