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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.