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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Franke,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.