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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.