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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The Gories to the grime 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.