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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.