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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Can,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.