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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.