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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Visage 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 funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.