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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
The Names,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.