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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Pole,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.