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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.