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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.