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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.