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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.