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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.