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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.