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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.