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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.