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 Azerbaijan and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
June Days,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.