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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.