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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.