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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
the Association,
Fear,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.