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 Iran and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.