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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.