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 Chad and from Accra.
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 Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.