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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.