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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.