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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Make Up to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Sparks,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.