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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.