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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.