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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.