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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.