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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.