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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.