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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.