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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.