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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash 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?
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.