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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
DNA,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Swans,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.