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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.