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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the crunk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.