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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.