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 Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.