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 India and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.