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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Brick,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.