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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 China Crisis to the dance 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.