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 Dominica and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.