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 Israel and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
David McCallum,
UT,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.