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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.