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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.