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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.