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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.