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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Gun Club to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.