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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Rotary Connection to the dance 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.