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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.