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 Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.