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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.