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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.