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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the grime 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.