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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.