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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.