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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
The Move,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.