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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.