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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.