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 France and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.