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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Popol Vuh 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.