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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.