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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Scratch Acid to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
ABC,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.