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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Index,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.