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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.