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 Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.