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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.