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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Scion,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.