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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.