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 China 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.