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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
X-101,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.