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 Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.