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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.