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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Minutemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.