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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.