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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.