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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 The Invisible to the punk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.