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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.