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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Quantec,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.