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 China and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.