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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Franke,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.