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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Funky Four + One to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.