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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.