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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.