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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.