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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.