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 Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.