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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Cluster,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.