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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.