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 Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flag. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.