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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.