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 Barbados 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.