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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.