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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül II,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.