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 France and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Lalann,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.