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 Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hot Snakes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.