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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.