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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.