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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.