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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.