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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.