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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
The Index,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.