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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.