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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Urselle,
Mars,
ABC,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.