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 Ecuador and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Hashim,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.