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 Comoros and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.