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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.