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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.