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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Second Layer,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.