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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts 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?
The Invisible,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.