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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.