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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.