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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.