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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Freddie Wadling,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.