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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 China Crisis to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.