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 Spain 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 theremin 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
The Fugs,
Franke,
UT,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.