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 Botswana and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Grey Daturas 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Television,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
DNA,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.