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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 oboe 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 The Saints 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Fugazi,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.