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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the rap 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.