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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.