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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Urselle,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
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.