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 Italy and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.