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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Index,
Model 500,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.