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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Camouflage,
Pole,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.