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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Faust,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Franke,
Ten City,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.