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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.