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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.