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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.