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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Franke,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.