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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.