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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.