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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
UT,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Organ,
Scientists,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.