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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Stooges to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.