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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.