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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
The Remains,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.