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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.