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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 KRS-One to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.