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 Mauritania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 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 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.