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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.