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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Index,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.