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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
cv313,
Gong,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Mantronix,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.