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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.