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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the techno 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.