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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
PIL,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Make Up,
UT,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.