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 India and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Wings,
Can,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.