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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
The Busters,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.