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 the UAE and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skriet,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Judy Mowatt,
Fear,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.