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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.