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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.