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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Index,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.