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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.