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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.