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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.