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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.