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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Ludus,
Can,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.