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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skriet,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.