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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.