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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.