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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.