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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 EPMD to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.