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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Suicide,
Wire,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.