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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Franke,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Interpol,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.