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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Skaos,
CMW,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.