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 Namibia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.