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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.