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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 The Leaves 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Monks,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.