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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.