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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.