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 Somalia and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Ronan to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.