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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.