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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.