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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
The Wake,
The Index,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.