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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 The J.B.'s to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.