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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.