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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Yaz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.