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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Organ,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.