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 Chile and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
UT,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.