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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 snare 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Q65,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.