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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.