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 Denmark 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.