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 Ivory Coast 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.